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Our Land -- our Home -- the common home indeed / Of soil-born children and adopted ones -- / The stately daughters and the stalwart sons / Of Industry -- : All greeting and godspeed!
O home to proudly live for, and if need / Be proudly die for, with the roar of guns / Blent with our latest prayer. So died men once.
Lo Peace.! As we look on the land They freed -- / Its harvests all in ocean-over flow / Poured round autumnal coasts in billowy gold -- / Its corn and wine and balmed fruits and flow'rs -- , / We know the exaltation that they know / Who now, steadfast inheritors, behold / The Land Elysian, marvelling "This is ours? "